Childhood's roots run deep,
As adults we're still suffering.
There is a way we were,
that make us the way we are.
I see the waterfall,
running down her throat,
and drowning out sound -
I was not heard, nor seen.
You see the blinding light,
that shined upon her.
Leaving you in the shadows,
Darkness, loneliness... we share.
There is a way we were,
that make us the way we are.
Together we form roots,
in a midnight blue ocean.
We float away easily,
With no solid ground.
Luckily our roots intertwined,
and remain together... drifting
Lost in a confusing sea,
Together... just hold on.
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A Link to Janis Joplin Documentary
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